You say that your niece suppers from Dementia Praecox. There must have been a more exact diagnosis.
Such a pretty name for a disease. Sounds like a rare flower, doesn’t it? Night-blooming dementia praecox.
What form does her disturbance take?
Madness. Obsession, memory. She lacerates herself with memory.
From Gore Vidal’s adaptation of Tennessee Williams’ one-act play.